My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix was worried that I would be criticized when facing the company's shareholders, so he asked me to stay back in the office.

As a matter of fact, it would not hurt me. Some things needed to be dealt with, and it was not possible to hide forever.

Hendrix was worried that my emotions would be affected, so he arranged for Evan to stay by my side.

I read the headlines again before putting my phone down. Then, I got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. I could clearly see the reporters surrounding the Roberts Group's building.

"Madam, there are a lot of famous works in the lounge. You could take a look at them," Evan suggested. He who didn't understand women had thought that the best way to comfort them was to change topics. I smiled faintly and turned back to look at him. "Jarold City is filled with celebrities, yet they spend so much energy crowding around the Roberts Group. Don't you think that's a waste of resources?" He pursed his lips and did not reply.

After I sitting around for a while, Hendrix entered with a torrid look on his face.

When he saw me looking at him, his furrowed brows eased and he waved at me. I walked up to him, and he tugged at me to sit down, saying, "Don't worry, it's no big deal!"

I nodded and did not make any comments. Anything that could make him frown was no trivial matter. These rumors did not only affect the people involved, but it sank its nasty teeth into the company as well. What listed companies were most terrified of was the ruination of their spokesperson's image in the eyes of the public, and Hendrix had always been the image of Roberts Group, although there was no way to portray it.

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handed him the documents and materials on the fall of the stock market share

just a

the information chart which stood out like a sore thumb, it didn't

me to rest for a while,

a word, and Evan appeared to be somewhat

down the document in his hand down with a loud bang. Though he didn't use much force, the office was so eerily quiet that the sound of the impact reverberated through the

looking at him, a gentle

he was trying to

I knew how serious the problem

Hendrix and Evan's discussion, so I got

comforted me, "Okay, go have a good rest and don't worry

bed in the lounge, but there was no way I